Tonalité : A minor
Verse 1
Cm
Gm
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I know 'Pac woulda
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Gm
loved this one here
[Chorus:
This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin',
Cm
oh how it's changed
It's gettin' strange, and dangerous,
Gm
but that's the way shit goes
Verse 2
This nigga needs no introductions
I'm on this book, and I'm stuck,
Cm
I'm really the wrong one to fuck wit
See T- Double known
Gm
for startin' problems but
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Gm
K- cutter be the problem solver, if I
Sell you a book nigga stick it
'Cause for every you check you slippin'
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they can call me Flipper
Gm
I only I missed a few niggaz (uh- huh)
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But he lost a couple more vis-
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a kidney and his liver
Had to tell him mind me a nigga
I was like uh- huh, click click,
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see'mere, don't run nigga
Gm
All I want to know is
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Where yo' connect, where the sack,
Gm
where the money where the blow is
I heard Papi got them freighters
Now either he gon', give 'em to me,
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or a nigga gon' take 'em
Gm
The dope game's just too overrated
Cm
Gm
And to tell why'all the truth a lot of
why'all ain't gon' make it
Done went from crack slingers
to R&B singers
Before the mic's on,
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you was already singin
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It's just a song was a big hit
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Gm
He named me and his bitch on the
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remix [sing]
Verse 3
Gm
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Verse 4
Cm
Gm
And to hell with bein' a man about it
Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun,
Cm
fuck bein' 21
Gm
Somebody better tell 'em
Cm
And put him up on {?} somebody
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fuck around and kill him
You see cause snitches get stitches
And there ain't that much of a difference
Cm
between tellin' and snitchin'
And I ain't gon' keep on talkin'
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to you niggaz
Cm
I'm gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go
Gm
off on you niggaz
And I ain't leavin' no witnesses
And don't get drunk and confess
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to none of why'all misses
Gm
See I know how to control my Hennessy
Cm
I speak no ingles,
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play crazy like them Dominicans
See cause poppa was a rolling stone
He said, son get your gun,
Cm
it's a war and it's on
So why'all go on and bob
Gm
your head to the song
Cm
Gm
Throw up the 4's for the niggaz, that's dead
Interlude 1
and gone
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Verse 5
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[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Gm
I'm tired of smokin
Verse 6
'bama- ass weed
Niggaz out there sellin' backyard
Cm
boogies full o' stems and seeds
Gm
They whoopin' the rocks and
we compressin' the coke
Cm
Gm
They makin' it hard for them {?} to smoke
I went to jail tryin' to get
high; nigga told me
To go to hell went and called
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him, told him come get me out
Gm
So our father, who art in heaven
Cm
It must be the devil cause somethin'
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wrong with these niggaz
Nope - and crazy ain't the word
They say the stupid shit like Trick why don't
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you front a nigga a bird
Gm
Fo' what, so you can smoke it up?
Cm
Impress hoes, buy clothes,
Gm
and make a nig ga come fuck you up?
The game hard on a player
You coulda started with a block and now
Cm
workin' just for quarter fare
With all the cards I sold the hoes
Gm
Cm
left me all by myself
Gm
And the game don't even care!
Cm
Outro 1
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
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